#3074

[sleepsucks]

[harveyphotography]

Il borgo di Gradara - Marche

[cardismantlers]

Cash for Cars Thomastown 3074 #Thomastown #3074 #Victoria #Australia https://www.cardismantlers.com.au/thomastown/

[dogstomp]

Dogstomp #3074 - June 1st

Patreon / Discord Server / Itaku / Bluesky

[seaslimes]

Thinking once more about the F/F AO3 stats issue. Really struggling with the urge to write "issue" there too, LOL.

I know that call-to-action doesn't always go well, and that I exist as a drop in the bucket compared to millions of Tumblrites & AO3 users. But the curse of seeing yet another post which discusses how horri-bad these stats are, when the differences within the individual fandoms is often so manageable. It drives me insane.

There's a couple versions of these "wow, M/M fics are more popular and that's bad because of X issue" posts that have screenshots of laughable disparities. Stuff like 500 more M/Ms than F/Fs. That is a genuinely amusing number, because with the help from a fraction of the thousands who share any post like that, this very scary gap would cease to exist.

So, anyway. I'm considering some sort of fandom roundup wherein I have folks vote on a fandom with F/F to M/M "disparity" which I will then run a "break the ratio" event on. Encouraging people to write fics until the ratio evens. IDK, is that something that people would be interested in? I could be crazy but this rubber room squeaks and I think the rats are talking about me.

[christophbergmann]

EIP-3074 soll normale Ethereum-Accounts endlich auch smart machen

EIP-3074 soll normale Ethereum-Accounts endlich auch smart machen Das nächste Upgrade von Ethereum, Pectra, soll mit EIP-3074 einen Mechanismus aktivieren, der es leicht macht, herkömmliche Wallets mit besonderen Funktionen zu erweitern. Unter anderem, dass sie Gebühren nicht in ETH, sondern in Token wie Stablecoins bezahlen.

Das nächste Upgrade von Ethereum, Pectra, soll mit EIP-3074 einen Mechanismus aktivieren, der es leicht macht, herkömmliche Wallets mit besonderen Funktionen zu erweitern. Unter anderem, dass sie Gebühren nicht in ETH, sondern in Token wie Stablecoins bezahlen. Continue reading EIP-3074 soll normale Ethereum-Accounts endlich auch smart machen

[the-red-thread-70-w-blog]

Prince Harry to Attend King Charles and Queen Camilla's Coronation Witho...

[sluts4matt]

PARTY

pairing: soft!dom matt x mixed!reader

summary: after a long week, you intended on staying home and relaxing. your roommate; however, had different plans dragging you to a close friend's party.

warnings: SMUT, use of weed, nic, and alcohol, p in v, teasing, light choking, pet names (princess), orgasm denial, praising, slight embarrassment kink? (i think)

word count: 3074

authors note: i feel like this is kind of all over the place, i apologize, i haven't written in like a good month or two. not proofread or edited.

it had been a long day, work not going so greatly. that's why as soon as you walked through your apartment door you had greeted your roommate then went to your bedroom, pulling out a pre roll from your nightstand drawer.

you sighed, laying on your back, looking up at the ceiling, lighting the end, then inhaling deeply. the smoke left your lips, your eyes blinking a few times. you jumped at the quiet knock on your bedroom door, coughing slightly.

"it's open," you say. the door opened revealing your roommate naya, her red curls up in a messy pony tail. "bad day at work?" she asked, joining you on your bed.

you passed the joint over to her, which she accepted with a smile bringing it to her lips. "some chick ordered a triple shot expresso with caramel and white chocolate syrup, had me put caramel drizzle on top right?" you start and she nods.

"i repeat her order, she looks at the screen she's goes, yep looks good. then i go to give her the drink and she goes-" you take a breath before talking in a slightly snobby tone, "-'this isn't what i ordered, i need this remade right now' i looked at like, are you fucking serious right now?"

naya started laughing, passing the joint back. "so did you remake her drink?" she asks, "yeah, after arguing with her for ten minutes." you both laugh. "god, i hate being a barista sometimes," you state.

"wanna go to austin's party to take your mind off of work?" she asks. "i dunno, nay. i'm not in the mood to deal with drunks and people trying to make a move on me." you say. "then just stay next to aria the whole time, guys don't really approach her. come on please," she gave you puppy dog eyes, her bottom lip jutting out as she clasped her hands together.

"when was the last time you went to a party?" she asks, you think for a moment. "um, the one josh threw at the frat house that you brought me to." naya giggles, grabbing your hand, "sweety... i'm gonna hold your hand when i say this, that was almost six months ago." you snatch your hand away, giving her an annoyed look.

"that's a lie, we were at a party for channing's birthday two months ago." you defend, "birthday party's don't count, neither do family reunions or get togethers," she points out.

"oh god fine," you sigh. naya squeals, wrapping her arms around your waist. "oh my god thank you!" she says excitedly, "okay go, we gotta get ready," you say, shooing her away. she sticks her tongue out, getting up and walking out.

you stand up, going to your closet to pick your outfit out. once you find your clothes you put on your shower cap and hop in the shower, washing your body. after you're finished you wrap a towel around your body, going back to your room to get dressed.

you slip on the outfit, pairing it with a pair of black thigh high socks and some black mary janes. you take a comb through your hair, getting out most of the knots. naya knocks on your door as you go to apply your eyeliner, "come in."

she opens the door, she had put on a pink crop top and high waisted jeans, she had her hair down and her curls were bouncy. she was holding her black boots, "i'm stealing some of your eyeliner, can't find mine and lord knows you have enough."

"okay," you mumble, consentraiting. she walks up, opening the drawer and grabbing one of the many felt tip liners you had. she sat on the floor, looking into her phone camera, as she applied the eyeliner.

you grab a pink lip liner from your drawer, lining your lips before putting some lipgloss over them. you smack your lips together, to coat the two evenly, smiling at yourself when you were done. you pulled the look together with a pair of hooped earrings, grabbing your silver side bag.

"let's go!" naya says excitedly, grabbing your hand and leading you out the door.

the two of you hopped into the uber that she had scheduled while the two of you were getting ready. the car ride was filled with naya talking about the cute boy who works at the grocery store near the apartment.

"like, i didn't realize how much i liked green eyes until i saw his, they're like emeralds, really they are," she swoons, you chuckle, shaking your head.

"we're here," the uber driver states. you open the car door, walking in. "the party's here," she states loudly, gaining the attention of austin talking to a group of three boys who all looked relatively the same.

he looked over, smiling widely, waving his hand in a motion to come over. "omg, i'm glad you guys' could make it," he says, sporting a glittery sheer top and sparkly silver eyeshadow.

"i'm not sure how long we're staying, we're just stopping by for a little bit," you say, austin gives you a fake pout. "no fun, excuse us," he states to the three boys dragging you and naya to the open bar.

"lets take shots," he says, naya eagerly nodding her head as he grabs a tray with glittery shots on it. "i'm good," you say. "no, sweetheart, we're doing shots," he says, pushing one towards you.

"fine," you mutter, picking the shot glass up. "on the count of three," he says, "one, two, three," the three of you all bring the shot glass to your lips, downing the shot. the liquid burned as it went down your throat. you shook your head slightly, "rookie," naya giggled.

"i'm gonna go find aria, don't die," you say, "have fun!" austin and naya shout after you. you weave through the crowd, looking for a head of pink and black striped hair. you bumped into someone, stumbling slightly, "sorry," he mumbles as you look up.

it was one of the guys austin had been talking to when you and naya first got there. you smiled slightly, "all good, it was my fault anyways, wasn't paying attention," you state.

"matt," he says, sticking his hand out, you smile slightly, taking his hand, "y/n," you state, shaking his hand. "are you looking for someone?" he asks. "uh yeah, aria?" you ask, he looks at you slightly confused, tilting his head slightly. "shorter then me, black and pink hair," you describe, "tattoos, like, everywhere except her neck and face?" you ask.

"oh! she's over there talking to chris," he points to the back of the room. "thanks," you say, going the direction he pointed to. you pushed past people, finally finding the short girl.

"hi!" you shout, the two turn to look at you, "there you are," aria states. "who's this?" chris asks, "my wife," she states loudly, he chuckles but looks slightly confused. "you wouldn't get it," she explains.

"you okay?" she asks, "yeah, fine, just need to take the edge off, i guess," you sigh. she pulls out a pre rolled blunt, lighter and a vape. "i love you," you sigh, taking the strawberry kiwi vape from her acrylics.

she hands the lighter to chris, "light," he does as she asks, bringing the lighter to the blunt that was between her lip. she inhaled, holding it in for a moment, then blowing it out. she passed it to you, earning a smile from you.

"work fucking sucks, why'd you quit," you playfully whine, a pout on your lips as your bring the blunt your lips. "because i would have ended up hitting that bitch of a manager," she states. you exhale the smoke, handing it back to her.

"she's not that bad anymore," you state, "i call bullshit," aria says. the three of you stood, smoking as people pushed past. "i'm gonna go find matt," chris says, "okay," the two of you respond in unison, causing you and aria to break out into a fit of laughter.

"god, i can't believe it's been six months since i worked at that hell hole," she states. "yeah fuck you," you giggle. you remember the day you had met aria, you were both just starting at the local cafe, quickly bonding over the fact that you two were the newbies.

after working together for a couple of months, she had introduced you to austin. austin then introduced you to naya, who quickly became your roommate. the four of you had grown quite close, always spending time with each other.

"lets go dance," she squeals, dragging you towards the center. the two of you began swaying and jumping, the music blasting through the speakers. chris had joined soon after, dragging matt with him. you giggled at the brunette haired by slightly watching his attempt to move his hips to the beat.

"white boys got no rythum," aria states, her hips swaying. "no shit," chris says, moving his shoulders. "oh god," you and aria giggle, shaking your heads at their terrible attempts at dancing.

"like this," aria instructs, her hips moving as her hands run over her body. you do the same, letting the music take over your body. the two of you danced like no one was watching, not that you cared.

the music was blasting and the air was heavy, the room smelled like alcohol and sweat, but at this point you didn't care, you were having too much fun.

you jumped slightly when you felt a pair of hands being softly placed on your hips, "is this okay?" matt whispers, his breath fanning your shoulder blade. you nod, leaning back, placing your hand behind his head, playing with the strands. you felt his thumb slowly moving in circles, causing your heart to speed up.

when you look towards aria, you see her arms wrapped around chris as she giggles at something he had said. the two were in their own little world, the rest of the party seeming to disappear.

your hand raked through matt's hair softly as you moved your hips, feeling his grip tighten. you bite your lip, "so," you state, "how'd you get roped into this party?"

"nick and chris, glad i let them rope me in though," he mumbled. "why's that?" you ask, looking down slightly. "because then i would have missed this," his breath tickling your neck.

you felt your cheeks heat up slightly, your head slightly tilting involuntarily. his lips gently brushed against the crook of your neck, leaving feather like kisses. your breath hitches slightly, closing your eyes.

"come on," he says, pulling back taking your hand as he leads you out the front door to his car. "get in," he says, opening the passenger door. "what are we doing?" you ask, slightly out of breath.

"star gazing," he says, putting the car in reverse and backing out of austin's driveway before putting it in drive and driving it to one of the parks that wasn't visited very often. "actually?" you ask, slightly hoping he wasn't serious about star gazing.

"do you not want to?" he teases, parking the car. he looks over at you tilting his head, one of his hands still on the wheel. you raise an eyebrow at the boy you've known barely two hours, your arms crossing. "what?" he asks, his tone playful.

"you know what," you state. "no, i don't, maybe you should tell me," he says, a small smirk spreading across his face. your eyes narrowed, your thighs squeezing together.

"oh?," he states, his head cocking to the side. his hand finds its way to the side of his seat, sliding it back. "well what do you want to do then princess?" he asks, his arm going behind your seat, turning his body so that his body was facing yours.

your mouth gaped open slightly, not knowing how to respond to the sudden change in attitude. "come on, words," he chuckles, his lips curling into a slight smirk.

"i-," you pause, not knowing what you were about to say. "yes?" he questions, his arm resting on the back of the chair. "i um," you mutter, looking at him with big eyes. "kiss me," you whisper, biting your lip.

"good girl," he praises, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. he pulls you in, his lips brushing against yours, causing butterflies to fill your stomach. his lips molded to yours perfectly, moving in sync.

his lips were soft and warm, your lips parted slightly, allowing his tongue entrance. his hand moves down to your throat, his fingers wrapping around. his other hand moves to your hip, guiding you over the center console to his lap.

your hands run through his hair, tugging lightly, causing him to moan slightly. you feel him buck his hips slightly, pushing up into the thin fabric of your underwear. you gasp slightly, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in.

you feel him smirk slightly, his hand leaving your throat, traveling to each of your shoulders. his fingers slipping the thin straps down your shoulders. his lips leave yours, kissing down your neck, causing you to tilt your head slightly.

"so pretty," he mutters, his hands pushing the fabric down your chest. his head dips, his tongue swirling around your nipple. your breath hitches, your hand moving to his hair, your fingers threading through.

he groans slightly, his hips pushing up into you. "matt," you breathe, his teeth grazing your nipple. you feel him smile against your skin, his fingers tweaking your other nipple.

"fuck," you whine, tugging at his hair. "you want more?" he asks, his hand sliding up your leg to the bottom of your skirt. "yes, please," you whine. his hand slides up your skirt, his fingers pushing aside the fabric of your underwear.

his finger traces your clit, teasing you. your thighs shake slightly, causing him to chuckle, "desperate." you roll your eyes, your fingers tightening their grip on his hair. his hand wraps around your throat, the metal of his rings cold against your neck as he squeezes lightly.

"be nice," he whispers, his finger slowly circling your clit. "or what?" you challenge, his eyes narrow. his fingers speed up, a breathy moan leaving your lips. his fingers work you, making your eyes roll back.

"matt," you whine, pushing yourself down onto his fingers, "fuck," you whisper. his fingers continue working your clit, your breathing becoming uneven.

"you close?" he asks, his voice laced with lust. you nod quickly, your hips rolling. his fingers slow, stopping right before you reach your high. "no, no, please," you whine, your hips bucking.

"awe, does someone not like the consequences of their own actions?" the boy mocks, his hand still holding your throat. "no, please," you whine, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"you think just because you give me the puppy dog eyes i'll give you what you want?" he chuckles, jokingly bouncing your body. you nod your head, a pout forming on your lips. "please," you whimper, your hips trying to push into his hand.

"begging, pretty," he smirks, his fingers starting to circle again. you whine, the coil in your stomach tightening. his fingers speed up, pushing you barely over the edge before stopping again.

"matt, no," you whine, his hand moving from your neck to your shoulder. he pushes you backwards, your back hitting the steering wheel. his hands go to the button on his pants, undoing it before unzipping them. he lifts his hips from the seat slightly, pushing them down to his knees.

his boxers were a light grey, a slight wet spot showing on the front. he palms himself through the fabric, moaning quietly. his other hand goes to your waist, moving your body so that you were directly over him. he pushes his boxers down, moving the fabric of your soaked panties to the side.

he pushes the tip in, moaning. you whine, feeling his grip on your waist tighten as he pulls your body down. "fuck," he curses, his head falling back. your hand grips the back of his seat, his length filling you.

you start to move your hips slowly, moaning softly. his fingers dig into your hips, helping guide your movements. his hips thrust upwards, meeting your slow pace.

"god, you're so pretty," he mumbles, his head tilting up to look at you. his thumb moves down to your clit, rubbing fast circles. your head tilts back, "fuck, i'm gonna cum." "not yet pretty girl," he says denying you, once again.

your hand moves to the top of the seat, the other gripping his shoulder as your hips begin to stutter. "matt, i can't," you whine. "hold on for me, your doing such a good job," he whispers, his hand leaving your hip, tangling itself in your hair.

"fuck, you feel so good," he moans, his hips picking up their pace, slamming up into you. the windows had fogged up, the air in the car humid. he brings your lips down to his, kissing you harshly. his tongue slips into your mouth, his teeth lightly pulling on your bottom lip.

"cum," he states, his thumb moving faster on your clit. the coil in your stomach snapped, causing you to let out a moan, pulling away from his lips as you buried your face in his neck. his hips slammed up into you a few more times before he pulled out, jacking himself off, his cum spilling on your thigh.

"fuck," he whispers, his chest rising and falling. "fuck," he repeats, reaching over to grab a napkin from the glove box. "shit," he mumbles, wiping the cum off of your thigh, throwing it in the backseat.

he lifts you up slightly, pulling his boxers and pants up. he grabs another napkin, cleaning in between your thighs, throwing it in the back.

"did you have fun?" he asks, looking up at you. you giggle, nodding, "yeah?" he asks. "do you want food?" he asks, your head tilting slightly. "what?" he asks, chuckling, "like, did you want to get food, or would you like me to take you home," he clarifies.

"i could go for a burger," you state. "burger king or five guys?" he asks, "five guys," you respond. he smiles, fixing the strap of your top before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

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[luciluck2046-md]

HAPPY OCTOBER 29TH!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MURDER DRONES!!!

After 3 years, this is its first time being celebrated while being fully out :3

Now if you will excuse me for the poor quality, I would have made the drawing digitally if I was home... But you'll get your GOOD QUALITY IMAGE in the end :3

Now, I promised you some teasers :3

They're under the cut.

Most of you chose to find out Uzi and N's kids names and a bit of their lore.

Sooooooooo

First child

Name: Mara Doorman

ID: crows-are-cool420 (she made it when she was 12 don't judge her. She can change it she just doesn't want to)

Birthday: February 16th 3074

Gender: Girl, Crowgender(SHE LIKES CROWS A LOT MORE THAN UZI ALRIGHT!?)

Attraction: Bisexual? (She's actually a lezbean but she doesn't know that yet)

Second child

Name: Kris Doorman

ID: knives&swords5780

Birthday: February 25th 3078

Gender: Genderfluid

Attraction: Demiromantic

Happy about the teasers? I'm already giving their names because the second part, which is going to be centered around MARA, not Uzi, is going to be out... After I finish the first part.

And oh God, I didn't even start the story. It's going to be LONG.

Like imagine that the actual adventure starts in chapter 8, wtf did I do for the past 7 chapters???

[electrozeistyking]

Ok I just thought of a mix of the Ghost Drone and Monster N AUs, where after N kills Uzi and is recovering from the blast is when he undergoes the transformation. Would Bea be scared of N in this form or would she not mind it?

In the Ghost Drone, Beanie is a baby boots up the exact same day N wakes up in the medical wing (December 8th, 3074). In the N's A Monster AU, his transformation into a monster is a lot more gradual than you'd think. Look, here's a rare look into Monster N's growth.

The transformation officially stops when he and Uzi reunite in Episode 3, forcing his body to realize there was never any physical damage to begin with. N is permanently like this; he will never be able to "change back" or return to "normality," even when damaged or forced to heal again. This is how his body looks now, whether he likes it or not.

In this combined AU, N would most likely never stop transforming.

Based off a "bad ending" take on the N's A Monster AU, he would continue to grow and change until either his systems give out, or until he's so large and monstrous and full of pain that he can barely move, meaning he can't gather material anymore. He'd even eat Beanie in a guilt-ridden attempt to sate his auto-repair... which would only make things worse instead.

BUT IF WE WERE TO GO IN A HAPPIER AND LESS HORRIFIC ROUTE, which was the direction you were probably expecting me to go in the first place, N would have been like this for all four years of Beanie's existence. For all she knows, that's just how he looks.

He's still her daddy, y'know.

[arc852]

25. Doubt

Definition: a feeling of uncertainty or lack of conviction.

Summary: Tango's coworker plants seeds of doubt into Tango's head about his friendship with Jimmy. His anxiety creeps in and makes it worse and it takes a talk with Impulse and Skizz, and then Jimmy, for him to feel better again.

G/t: Tango is normal-sized, Jimmy is a borrower

Warnings: lots of anxiety

Word Count: 3074

AO3 Link

I had this half-finished for like a month now but it's finally done! Right on time! I hope you guys enjoy!

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 Tango tended to overthink things. Whether that be his redstone, his job, or his relationships. But he had never over thought about his friendship with Jimmy before. Jimmy was the one who had come to him, after all. All those months ago. 

 Tango can still remember it like it was yesterday. The way Jimmy had come to him, terrified and worried but most of all, sick and hurt from some cat in the apartment next to him. Jimmy had decided to put his trust in Tango, not knowing what was going to happen. Of course Tango helped, why wouldn’t he? 

 He helped with his wounds and helped nurse him back to health. Over that time, Jimmy and him talked and became friends. And when Jimmy was fully healed and ready to leave he kept coming back and hanging out with Tango.

 It had been Jimmy’s decision to come to Tango in the first place and it had been his decision to come back after the fact. So Tango really had nothing to worry about.

 Right?

 Apparently that’s not what his coworkers thought.

 See, borrowers like Jimmy were common knowledge, and while some people unfortunately did take advantage of them and others fortunately tried to help, most seemed to just ignore them for the most part. Tango never really understood that. How could he just ignore a whole person like that? He would if that’s what they wanted but if they needed help he was going to help them. He’d had that thought even before meeting Jimmy and it had only grown since.

 So, with borrowers being known, Tango liked to talk about the things he and Jimmy got up to to whoever would listen. Usually that was to his friends but he didn’t mind talking to his coworkers either. 

 “Jimmy is a borrower, right?” A new hire interrupted his story and Tango looked at her.

 “Uh, yeah. Yeah, he is.” Tango answered and then was confused by the sour look on her face. “Why?” He added on, wanting to know what was wrong.

 “It’s just…don’t you think it’s been long enough?” She said, arms crossed. Now Tango was even more confused.

 “Long…enough?” He repeated and his confusion must have been obvious because she continued.

 “You know, borrowers aren’t ones to be around humans. Especially not for that long. You need to let him go already.” She said, not unkindly but also not kindly either. Either way, Tango was starting to get a bit annoyed with her.

 “What are you talking about? I’ve never kept Jimmy or-or forced him to stay. He’s the one who always comes back, on his own.” Tango tried his best to explain without letting his annoyance shine through. He seemed to not be entirely successful, because he saw her wince.

 “Does he, though?” She asked and it made Tango pause.

 “What?”

 She sighed. “You met him by him coming to you and asking for help, right?” She asked, and he nodded. “So don’t you think, maybe, he keeps coming back to hang out with you to…I don’t know, repay some sort of debt he feels like he owes you? Or maybe even out of fear. Or both?” She said.

 Tango took in her words, trying his best to process them accordingly. “But that’s…I…I don’t…” Tango let his mix of words trail off, not knowing what to say. That couldn’t be the case, right? Jimmy never showed any sort of fear to him, at least, not since the beginning. And he seemed just as happy to hang out with Tango and Tango did with him. 

 But what if his coworker was right? What if it was all an act? What if this whole time, Jimmy was waiting for Tango to tell him his debt was repaid. What if Jimmy didn’t leave himself because he was scared of what Tango would do? 

 What if Jimmy was terrified of Tango?

 Just the thought hurt more than Tango could’ve imagined. He loved Jimmy, the borrower had quickly become one of his best friends. The idea that that wasn’t reciprocated, that it had been one-sided this whole time…

 It made Tango feel awful.

 “Borrowers are skittish and solitary creatures.” His coworker said when he didn’t speak for a while. She at least looked a bit sad for him. “They’re scared of us and they like to be left alone. Just because Jimmy came to you for help that one time, doesn’t mean he thinks any differently of you.”

 Tango’s shoulders fell and he looked down at his hands. “...Right.” He croaked out, trying hard not to cry in the middle of work.

 His coworker came over and patted his shoulder as she passed by him. “You’re not a bad person Tango. You just gotta fix your mistake and let him go.” And with that, his coworker left to get back to work.

 Tango put his head in his hands and rubbed at his face. She couldn’t be right, right? There was no way Jimmy was that good at hiding his true feelings, right? Tango wasn’t keeping him there, right? Right?

 Tango felt like screaming.

***

 That particular conversation had happened in the middle of the day, which meant Tango had to still work another four hours while trying very hard not to think about what she had said. Of course, try as he might, he still thought about it anyway. And the more he thought about it, the more he began to believe that she was right.

 Tango walked through his apartment door feeling exhausted. He had gone through a lot of emotions in the last few hours and all he wanted to do was fall in bed and escape from the world and all his problems. 

 Of course, he couldn’t do that. Especially when he noticed Jimmy waiting for him in the kitchen. The little borrower was sitting on the edge of the counter, swinging his feet back and forth. Normally, the sight would put a soft smile on Tango’s face but today, all Tango could feel was guilt and dread gnawing at his insides.

 Was Jimmy here because he thought that’s what Tango wanted?

 “Hey Tango!” Jimmy exclaimed, waving a hand as a greeting.

 Tango swallowed and tried his best to smile back. He feared it came out more as a grimace though. “H-Hey Jimmy.” 

 Jimmy tilted his head, looking confused. “Everything okay?”

 Tango sighed, running a hand along his face. “...Yeah, yeah. Just a rough day at work, that’s all.” Tango decided to say, still trying to figure out what he was going to do.

 Jimmy winced at that. “I’m sorry.” He looked around the kitchen for a moment. “Well, how about we order some pizza and watch a movie! To help you feel better and get your mind off work.” Jimmy suggested with a smile. Normally, Tango’s heart would go fuzzy at something like that. But with his coworker’s words echoing in his head, all he heard was Jimmy trying his best to make Tango feel better because he owed him or, maybe even, because he was afraid.

 “Jimmy, you don’t…you don’t have to do that.” Tango said, not meeting Jimmy’s eyes. Jimmy frowned, head tilted in confusion.

 “What? What do you mean?” Jimmy asked. Tango looked at his face. He looked genuinely confused but what if he was just a really good actor? Tango bit his lip.

 “I mean that you…you don’t have to hang out with me.” Tango said, feeling awful about what he was saying. He would hate to see Jimmy go but he hated it more that he was forcing him to stay.

 If anything, Jimmy just looked even more confused at that. And a bit hurt. “I don’t have to…Tango, I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

 Tango winced. He hadn’t missed the way Jimmy’s voice had stuttered briefly. Tango shook his head. “I know you’ve just been hanging out with me cause you think that’s what I want. Because you’re-you’re scared and you think you owe me. But you don’t! You don’t owe me anything and you can leave and never come back, like borrowers are supposed to!” Tango couldn’t stop the flurry of emotions as he told Jimmy all of this. Getting a little too heated in the moment. 

 Jimmy flinched, at his words or tone, Tango wasn’t sure. But it didn’t matter. Jimmy had flinched. A sign of fear. Directed right at Tango.

 Tango felt sick at the thought that his coworker had been right.

 Tango backed away from Jimmy, running a hand through his hair nervously. At this point, Jimmy had stood up, looking at Tango with an expression Tango couldn’t make out with his current state of mind. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was with fear though. “Tango, wait--”

 “I’m gonna go.” Tango said, cutting Jimmy off. “I’m gonna go and-and you can leave. You’re free to-to leave and-and yeah. Yeah.” Tango turned around and headed back towards the door. “I’m sorry Jimmy, I’m really really sorry.” He said before leaving his apartment, closing the door behind him and not looking back.

***

 Tango found himself at Impulse and Skizz’s place. He hadn’t had them in mind, he had just gotten into his car and started driving and had found that he was taking the familiar path towards their place. Maybe his subconscious knew he needed friends to talk to. 

 He got out of his car and knocked on their door before sticking his hands into his jacket pockets. The evening air was chilly, which did well to hide the main reason Tango was shaking.

 The door opened, and he was met with a surprised looking Impulse. “Tango? What are you doing here?”

 Tango bit his lip. “Can I come in?” He said, his voice hoarse from trying to push his sadness back.

 Impulse seemed to pick up that something was wrong because he just nodded and stepped aside for Tango to come in. Tango took the invitation and Impulse closed the door behind him as Tango made his way into their living room. Skizz was on the couch and looked up at him with equal amounts of surprise. “Top? Did I miss a text or something?” Skizz asked, checking his phone.

 “No, no I…I didn’t text ahead or anything. Sorry, I just…I wasn’t really even expecting to come here tonight. It just sort of…happened.” Tango said, looking down. Skizz looked concerned and Impulse came up behind Tango and placed a hand on his back reassuringly. 

 “Come on, why don’t we have a seat.” Impulse said, gently guiding Tango towards the couch. Tango sat a cushion away from Skizz while Impulse took the armchair across from the couch.

 “Alright, tell us what happened Tango.” Impulse said, leaning forward in the chair to show that he was listening. Skizz had shifted his body toward Tango to portray the same thing.

 Tango shook his head. “Nothing just…someone at work, someone new, told me something I should have figured out a while ago.” 

 Impulse and Skizz shared a look.

 “Something about work?” Skizz asked.

 Again, Tango shook his head. He didn’t know why he was beating around the bush. “No, about…about Jimmy.”

 “Jimmy?” Impulse asked, confusion evident in his tone. “What about Jimmy?”

 Tango sighed and began to explain everything that had happened. “I was telling my new coworker about something me and Jimmy had done a few days ago but she interrupted me and said…she said I had to let Jimmy go. That the only reason he was hanging out with me was because he was scared and thought he owed me for saving his life.”

 Impulse and Skizz were silent for a moment. “And…you believed her?” Skizz asked, incredulous.

 Tango sighed. “I didn’t want to but she-she made some good points. Borrowers are lone creatures who usually stay away from humans. But this whole time I was forcing Jimmy to keep coming back…”

 “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Skizz said, hands up and waving. “You haven’t forced Jimmy to do anything, Top! I know you, you would never forgive yourself if you did.”

 “But I--”

 “Tango, we’ve met Jimmy.” Impulse chimed in, his arms crossed and his features pinched. “Nothing about his demeanor ever showed us he was afraid of you. In fact, it was the opposite. I’d never seen a borrower that comfortable with a human before.”

 Tango sighed. “That’s what I thought too. But…” 

 “Have you talked to Jimmy about it?” Skizz asked. Tango winced.

 “Uh, I mean…if by talking you mean telling him he doesn’t have to hang out with me and saying he can leave and then leaving myself then…yes?” Tango said, not looking at either of his friends.

 “...Top.”

 Tango groaned and placed his head in his hands.

 “So let me get this straight.” Impulse said with a sigh. “Instead of talking to Jimmy about it, you just assumed that was how he felt, acted accordingly and then just left?”

 Tango hesitated before nodding.

 “Oh buddy.” Impulse sighed.

 “I was running high on emotions, all right! Besides, Jimmy flinched. Because of me. Obviously there’s some truth to what my coworker said, right?” Tango said, not forgetting the thing that had made him just up and leave in the first place.

 “Did you think that maybe he flinched because of what you said?” Skizz asked, head tilted. “I know I would be a little shocked if one of my friends suddenly told me that I didn’t have to hang out with them anymore.”

 Tango blinked. “I…didn’t think about that.”

 “Clearly.” Impulse said, not unkindly.

 “Okay, here’s what you’re going to do.” Skizz said with a sudden clap of his hands. “You, Top, are going to march right on back home and have an actual two-sided conversation with Jimmy. Got it?”

 Tango nodded. “...Got it.”

 “We’ll be right here in case anything happens.” Impulse said. “But I highly doubt anything will.”

 “Yeah, you and Jimmy are friends! You just gotta talk to him.”

 Tango nodded along but doubt still plagued his mind. Still, he would listen to his friends and talk this out with Jimmy. 

 He really hoped they were right.

***

 Tango took a deep breath as he made his way back to his door, key in hand. He didn’t know what to expect, if he was being honest. He told Jimmy to leave, after all, it was possible the borrower had done so already. If that was the case, Tango’s plan to talk to Jimmy would be impossible.

 Tango opened the door, closed it behind him, and walked into the kitchen. Immediately, his eyes fell onto Jimmy, who was in the same spot he had left him in. Jimmy was sat down, head in one hand, looking…well, sad. But then his eyes looked up and met Tango’s and he jumped up, his eyes wide. “Tango! You’re back!”

 Tango paused, not coming any closer to Jimmy. Not yet. “And you’re still here.” Tango said, a bit of shock in his voice. A part of him had really expected Jimmy to have left.

 Jimmy’s eyebrows furrowed. “Of course I am. I…I don’t really know what’s going on. But I know something happened. So I waited here for you to get back. So we could…talk.”

 “Right, yeah.” Tango said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m…I’m sorry. A new coworker of mine said some things that made me…doubt everything.”

 Jimmy tilted his head. “Doubt everything? About what?”

 Tango braced himself. “About…us.”

 Jimmy blinked. “I…I’m a little confused here Tango.”

 Tango sighed and got into explaining everything. “She basically said I was forcing you to be here because you're scared and you think you still owe me for saving your life. I didn’t want to believe her at first but she said borrowers are lone creatures who don’t socialize with humans if they don’t have to. The more she spoke the more I…started to believe her.” Tango shook his head. “Which is why I told you that you didn’t have to hang out with me anymore. You never owed me anything for saving you, so you don’t have to keep this up anymore.”

 Tango very pointedly did not look at Jimmy throughout his entire explanation. He didn’t want to see the look of relief he feared would be there.

 “Oh, Tango…” Jimmy started and Tango winced. This was it, Jimmy was gonna leave for good now. “That coworker of yours doesn’t know anything.”

 At those words, Tango lifted his head and met Jimmy’s eyes. He had something akin to determination in his gaze. “She doesn’t?” Tango asked, hopeful.

 “Of course not!” Jimmy exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “Tango, I’m not scared of you or think I owe you or something weird like that. You’re my friend. I come back to hang out with you because I like hanging out with you.”

 “Oh…” Tango looked down, his face heating up. He knew that. Or he had known that. Until he had let his coworker’s words infect his brain and let his doubt fester into anxiety. Now he just felt bad for ever doubting Jimmy’s friendship. “Jimmy, I’m so sorry for…for doubting all of this, I--”

 Jimmy waved his hand, cutting him off. The borrower smiled. “You don’t have to apologize, Tango. I get it. Doubt and anxiety really suck, don’t they?”

 Tango couldn’t help but let out a little laugh at that. “Yeah, they really do.” He then paused, and sighed. “Still, I am sorry. Just, the thought of losing you as a friend…it really got to me I guess.”

 Jimmy smiled softly. “I get it. It would get to me too. You mean a lot to me Tango.”

 Tango smiled back. “You mean a lot to me too, Jimmy.” 

 “So, pizza? Movie? I know it’s kind of late, but I think we both might need it.” Jimmy suggested and Tango chuckled.

 “Understatement. Yeah, that sounds really good.” Tango said and then Jimmy waved him closer. Tango smiled and bridged the gap between them, placing his hand down next to Jimmy. Jimmy grinned and got on with no hesitation.

 Before going anywhere though, Tango brought his hand up and pressed Jimmy gently into his chest, their form of a hug. Jimmy seemed surprised for a moment but very quickly did his best to hug back.

 After a few moments, Tango brought Jimmy away from his chest and headed into the living room. “Alright, you pick the movie, I’ll order the pizza.”

 Jimmy grinned. “Sounds perfect.”

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counterargument: the White Lady and her sister are just conveniently attractive naked women with weird legs #3,072 and #3,073.

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Car Wrecking & Used Auto Parts Thomastown 3074 #Thomastown #3074 #Victoria #Australia https://www.cardismantlers.com.au/thomastown/

[cardinalcanis]

Pig

Genre: Smut with fluff and FEELINGS,

Pairing: Roboute Guilliman x M!OC

Warnings: Explicit, degradation and humiliation kink, shoe kink, fisting, scent kink, porn with feelings.

Summary: Vulnerability will get you eaten alive in the 41st millenium, no one knows it better than Roboute Guilliman. The cold wraps around his exposed body, tendrils of fate, binding him to the moment, to the man who stood above him. There was no escape in this darkness, only surrender.

Words: 3074

If you prefer AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59665513/chapters/152472043#workskin

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Macragge has always gotten chilly nights this time of the year, Roboute Guilliman felt as the cold wraps around his exposed body, tendrils of fate, binding him to the moment, to the man who stood above him. There was no escape in this darkness, only surrender. Tanned naked skin kissing the decadent marble floors, many of the natural veins on it resemble the scars adorning the Primarch’s muscular physique. 

“Aren’t you paying attention pig?” Said the fully dressed man standing up in front of him, a fine leather dress shoe pressing Guilliman’s face against the tiles “Clean. It. Well.” 

“Apologies sir, I’m just a stupid pig.” Answered the giant of a man in a meek tone before running his large tongue over the shoe’s sole then all the intricate golden details on the top, an imposing Aquila, the kiss on the symbol of Ultramar. A soldier must never forget what he fights for, what pulls his chain, what demands his blood. 

He let out a purr when going up the man’s foot his lips touched the thin socks covering the ankles and legs, digging his nose in to take into Ovidius’ scent that always made his whole being open up and surrender. That’s what he was made for, not to have a will but to be a tool for someone else’s. 

“The renowned diplomat, nothing more than a bootlicker” half of Ovid’s shoe was inside Guilliman’s mouth, thick strings of saliva dripping down his chin and neck. “Is this your secret? Getting on your knees, face down and spreading up your worthless hole to everyone?” 

That’s a lie, he IS the head of the imperium, a broken dystopian world compared to the one he closed his eyes to ten thousand years ago. There was a wet suction sound going off as the shoe was taken out of Roboute’s face hole, dragging his thought process back into the moment at hand, where there was no Roboute. 

“No one wants my used asshole sir, you do me a favor every time you violate it.” he answered, looking at the floor, the bullet doesn’t have the right of choosing how it is loaded into the barrel, just cry out when it is time for it to be spent. 

“Is that so?” a calm rage was packed in that question, polite yet waiting to pounce for the throat.

A long silence cut by the sound of a cigarette being lit and a long exhale full of smoke, the uncertainty weighted heavy on his chest, he could hear his heart beating like those of a cornered animal. How did he end up like this? He is humanity’s finest, second only to The Emperor, every second in this exchange should earn that man a death sentence, but still he cannot but obey. It is just the logical progression, he was a tool, tools follow what they are ordered. They are utilized and discarded when they are no longer of use. 

He felt a strong kick on his stomach, followed by others, making him roll over his back. There was a part that was Roboute giving into the hit and pretending the tiny man was actually doing true damage to him. Isn’t it more humiliating than just being defeated by someone stronger? Either way the hidden ceramite layers reinforcing the inner point and soles of the shoe helped to add a nice sting to the hits. 

Ovidius Sulla stepped on top of the Primarchs girthy erect dick and rested his full weight on it, no matter how much of a demigod one was, it hurt. 

“Look at you, some trash that is already fully hard and leaking precum at a human stepping on you. Shameful failure of a god, best you can do is doormat.” He gave his cock another kick, sending that wave of pain right to his core “Tell me, if your hole is for me to rape, why don’t you have it ready? You have but one single purpose and you managed to fuck it up.” 

“Because I am a failed pig with no control, you should dispose of me into a pit Sir.” 

“Yes I should”

Ovid leaned onto Guilliman, digging his mechanical fingers on the man’s face then forcing the thumb into his mouth, prying it open tongue fully out. He took a final use of his cigarette, exhaling all the fumes on his pig’s face painfully slow seeing him gasp uncomfortably. Ovidius pushed his thumb deep into his tongue, cold golden eyes ordered not to move a muscle as he extinguished the cigarette butt into it, the metallic taste mixed with that of pain, burnt flesh, ash and chemicals. In his mind, the calculations never ceased. Strategies, outcomes, survival. But here, under Ovid’s hands, there were no calculations, only raw pain and degradation, command into submission.

His grip, once forceful, now softened, thumb tracing the edge of Guilliman's lips as if to erase the brutality of the moment. Cradle the Primarch’s aged by stress not nature face in hands that by all means should be frigid metal made of the Mechanicus, not a reinforced warm safe haven keeping the vulnerable from the frontlines.  

“All good so far?” Ovid asked in a whisper breaking character for a second. The cruel edge in Ovidius' voice melted away, replaced by something slower, calmer.

Guilliman nodded with a smile, the burn already healed in his mouth. “I’ve gotten thrown out of an airlock and died twice, don’t be afraid of hurting me, I want you to.” He pulled the man closer to kneel on top of him so they could lean into a soft kiss followed by pressing both foreheads together  “So many have fought to bring me into submission, to inflict pain and wound onto me. But you are the only one with a claim to it, the one I will give what he asks for willingly.” a deep blue gaze mixed with honey kissed eyes. “I’m an overflowing cup made only for your lips, drink me dry so no one else can.” 

His beloved presses another kiss into his mouth with increased hunger, grabbing at what he could of the short hair on the back of his head. Then in a vigorous movement stood up and dragged him by hair as Guilliman moved himself, driven in any direction Ovidous fancied him. For example being knocked into the nearby wall and having himself being kicked into a wheezing pile. 

“Face down ass up pig.”

His body moved not by will, but by a command issued deep within his marrow, a soldier once again obeying the silent call of a force greater than himself. Lowering his upper body into the ground as much as he could, letting the spine form a graceful curve leading his bountiful muscular rear and thighs spread wide to allow full access, just as he knew Ovid loved to see him. His mouth watering thinking of how hard his beloved was now, the smell of his sweaty reddish pubes and cock under those pants after kicking him for so long. Throne, he wanted that man to force his scent all over him so everyone knew, without even asking, who he truly belonged to. 

“I know that stupid drooling face,” Sulla ridiculed  him. “The pig is thinking about my cock, a cock he doesn’t deserve. But he might get still”. 

“My sir is so merciful, this pig is honored to be your fuckhole … “ Every word Ovidius uttered and every answer he uttered chipped away at the once towering fortress of Guilliman’s will, leaving behind only the ruins of what was once considered unbreakable. But within those ruins, he found peace.

“Enough, you need to get yourself ready.” Ovid ordered, then aimed a thick warm load of spit right on top of his butthole “That’s all you get, make it last”.

Guilliman didn’t answer, just guided his hand towards his ring of flesh making sure not to let Sulla’s precious spit to slip down, coating his fingers the best he could then pushing one in a hooked motion until he spotted that tender spot around to the second knuckle deep. It takes its time to build up, more time for Ovidius’ stare to eat him alive as he gets himself nice and stretched. A second finger and he starts to groan and huff, rocking his hips around the thick digits, aiming his beloved desperate glances pleading for it to be the throbbing flesh in his silken blue pants, the one getting in him. 

“Another one” the man circling him like a bird of prey ordered. 

Who is he to deny him? The legend of Guilliman was nothing but ash in the wind now, scattered and forgotten beneath Ovid’s gaze. All that remained was the soft, pliable clay waiting to be molded. Another finger in for the stretch, another desperate moan out. He can feel the beads of sweat coming down his frow, strings of precum leak onto the floor as he milked himself for Ovidious’ entertainment. Talking about him, the man gives Guilliman a sudden kick, stepping on the hand he is fucking himself with and pushing it with his whole weight; getting it inside a bit deeper than his fists knuckles in. 

“You do not deserve to be stretched with such gentleness.” he growled unceremoniously jacking Roboute’s hand away, leaving him frustratingly empty. 

The wanton emptiness didn’t last long, it was replaced by an incredibly cold and uncaring mechanical prosthetic that pounded into him without mercy. Four fingers from the start, soon it’ll be his hand, the stretch was painful on purpose; mechanical limbs had so many straight and jagged edges that got caught in the flesh if not well lubricated, just as he wasn't. Panting and begging alongside the fleshy damp damp sound of his body breaking down from the inside. Any possible scratch would immediately clot and close just to be opened again. Pain radiated through every nerve, each jagged edge of the mechanical hand carving its way inside. But it was a necessary kind of pain, the kind that rewrote every nerve and rendered him nothing more than a vessel, hollowed out and waiting to be filled.

“Look at all the drool you are leaving on my floor, you must be feeling thirsty, pig.” Teased Ovid while keeping the rhythm that was making his legs fail. “Don’t worry, my broken thing, I’ll take care of you.” The statement died in a deeper breathy tone and the rip of a zipper being pulled down. Ovidius Sulla positioned himself in a way he could keep fisting Guilliman’s pulsing asshole but get proper handle of his own cock with the other. “Been holding it in as I knew you would need something to drink, this is the part when you say ‘thank you Sir’”.

Did he answer? Not even the Emperor knew (or wanted to), Guilliman knew something came out of his throat that sounded like half assed word salad as the immense wave of pleasure kept building up into his groin. At that point in time a stream of salty bitter watery liquid hit his face, and that’s all it took. Bent down on his failing knees, humiliated by a puny human alongside being torn open, finally urinated upon… the denigration released his climax as wave after wave of pleasure smashed over the rest of his body. His skin felt super receptive, he felt every hair follicle on his scalp and it didn’t end, it started building up again. He ended up groaning repeatedly, quite loudly, and shot multiple volleys of cum all over the floor under him. When it was over and his hole was now released from the abuse leaving him empty, overstimulated, quivering and gasping for air. 

“What a messy pig I have!” Said Ovid as he unapologetically whips his cock inside Roboute’s mouth, making his poor body spasms and gasp for air. 

There he was, in a pool of urine, cum and blood. He needed a moment to put the pieces of himself together, but it would  not be a Roboute Guilliman story if rest came easy for him. He recoiled when the sensation of a familiar cock grazed his entrance. 

“Sir please…” he gasped almost in tears “I can’t take it anymore…” 

He was forced to flip around onto his back, legs flexed towards his body the most Ovid could push with his own strength. The Primarch was pretty sure his overstimulated body had a legit seizure when the cock was rammed in his puffy abused ass, he was ugly crying, just a bare graze on his nipples took him into a full body shudder. 

He was +400 pounds of folded over trembling flesh being pounded in such a humiliating position. Guilliman had stopped containing himself quite long ago, one could only wish no one was in need of the thirteenth at this time of night for some official matters. Theoretical: they would hear the most desperate, wanton and overall pathetic sounds any demigod could make. Practical: they will turn around and never talk about it because of the mere impression it left on them. But that was not on his mind, theoretical/practicals were the last notion occupying the thought process and it was… freeing. 

“What a beautiful pig I have” 

The words took a moment to process, yes he was a pig laying in his and Ovid’s fluids, he was worthless, dull and stupid. No one would expect anything from a pig, nothing is put on an stupid pig’s hands, a pig is not expected to come up with correct decisions, not a soul would put a pig in charge of getting millions upon millions of pieces of a struggling empire together, pigs’ mistakes cost no lives. 

“Sir… “ Finally an intelligible moan that was slowly getting drowned by the increasingly lascivious thumb of flesh coming together and apart. His spasming form had already discharged itself so many times, he can’t take it anymore, too much stimulation, no more stimulation, no more empire, no more problems that will only give birth to seven others, no more tyranids, no more guilt of 18 lost brothers he’ll never see again… he just cries “...Sir I can’t do this anymore.” 

“It’s okay my pig, I am here.” Ovidious Sulla’ hands found their way to his face, lifting his chin so their eyes could meet. 

Guilliman instinctively tensed, a phantom echo of the sharp commands still lingering in his mind. But the touch that followed was different—softer, slower. He didn’t know if he could trust it yet, but there was no cruelty in it now, only care. 

“I am here and…  everything is under control” he said low and tender just about to reach his final release inside him, slowing the pace into a couple of very deep thrusts. 

Guilliman’s gaze faltered, lingering on the floor as though weighed down by something heavier than just exhaustion. His jaw clenched, resisting the tenderness he didn’t yet believe he deserved. Ovidius’ fingers, patient and sure, found his chin, lifting his face to meet his eyes. 

“I’ll take care of you, nothing bad will ever happen. You just need to be mine, that’s all you need to do”. Ovidius’ hand hovered, just for a second, as the echo of his own words hung in the air between them. Could he really make it right, after all he’d said? His fingers twitched with hesitation, but then they fell gently against Guilliman’s skin, as if he, too, needed to believe the tenderness was enough.

Yes, tenderness. As his hands soothed Guilliman, Ovidius found himself craving the touch just as much. It wasn’t just about healing what he had broken; it was about the way they fit together, two parts of the same moment, needing each other in ways words couldn’t quite capture. He lets Rouboute’s legs go and lets himself down on top of the huge man, face nested between voluminous pectoral muscles. A soft purr came out of him when the Primarch wrapped arms thicker than his leg around him, right right, he was the small one. It took them around ten minutes of whimpering and huffing until someone could make a single movement. 

“I love you Sir.” 

The words made the Administratum accountant blush with such pure glee, who dragged himself up his body, giving Guilliman his turn to get his face squeezed in Ovid’s chest. 

“I love you too.” he said, planting a kiss on his forehead. “You did so well, you are very strong and beautiful. And you will keep doing well.” he hugged the man as strong as he could, as strong as it would take to convince him no one would be able to pry him off his embrace. “You know,” Ovidius said, his voice barely more than a murmur, “this isn’t about what you can take. It’s about you, who you are.” He paused, his thumb brushing lightly over Guilliman’s cheek. “And you’re more than enough.”

Without a word, Ovidius reached for Guilliman’s long abandoned tunic at the edge of a chair, draping it over the giant’s shoulders. The gesture, small as it was, felt like a promise, a quiet vow of protection after the storm they had weathered together and how dark the galaxy they would have to weather was. He wasn’t strong enough to face his beloved’s enemies, but at least he could shelter him from those that lurk inside that overactive mind. A flicker of guilt crossed Ovidius’ face as he wiped away the remnants of sweat and tears. He didn’t say anything, but Guilliman could feel it in the way his hands lingered; gentle, almost reverent.

The room seemed to shift, its sharp edges softening under Ovidius’ care. In the low light, the grim world outside melted away, leaving only the quiet sanctuary they’d created in the aftermath. He was no longer just a weapon to be wielded; he was Roboute now, with every breath Ovidius shared in the quiet, their connection more than just power and submission. It was trust. Long minutes followed until Ovidious moved up, or at least tried to. 

“Come Roboute, we need a long bath… and a mop.” 

“Theoretical: I am still a little shaky.” 

“Practical number one: crawl your ass into the bath. Practical number two: you’ll bring me the paperwork to bed tomorrow as shakiness will be the least of my body pains.” 

They both chuckled, Macragge’s night wasn’t feeling as chilly anymore. 

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Pray for our poor Ovidious' wellbeing, topping your Primarch takes a big toll on the body.